The rain of June fell softly like a blessing White flowers trembled in silent hands while the world believed in eternity But we already knew Love is more fragile than glass and heavier than blood The bells began to ring slowly like the hymn of an execution Your white dress was never angelic It carried only the ashes of a lost paradise And still you smiled Like a wounded saint Like a grieving holy mother standing beautifully at the edge of ruin “And still… I love you.” Those words entered my heart like a blade and remained there long after the light had faded Crimson rain slid across the stained glass windows The song of blessing became a requiem Hand in hand we descended together Not toward heaven but toward a quieter hell Where no forgiveness waited Where no salvation remained And yet your warmth in my hands still felt like the final light at the end of the world Beneath the collapsing bell tower let us exchange one final kiss Exiled forever from paradise yet still longing to remain beautiful Bride of June please do not weep Because this world has always been cruel So tonight within the ashes of ending days bloom once more beautifully before the darkness takes us all
